Fried chicken, anyone?

I've told many white(grayish) lies in my lifetime. As a child I was afraid of bringing home A minuses and in the days of carbon paper report cards, I became quite adept at creating plus signs.
This was bad behavior and I am embarrassed by it, but I don't know that I necessarily caused any permanent damage. As an adult, as a mom, the white lie I am currently telling myself is that I have just had a baby and I can continue to eat fried chicken, French fries and everything bagels with whitefish salad.

These are by no means daily offenses, but yeah, my caloric intake is naughty.

I am breastfeeding so I lean heavily on those extra 500 calories I burn daily and make an endless amount of excuses. I used to have a great metabolism. I used to run 4 or 5 miles daily. I am a mom now, and you know, I get a free pass.

I don't get a free pass on my health, though. I have a daughter and while I cringe to think that I will be pushing seventy on her wedding day, I want to be a damn good looking senior citizen.

How does one get exercise and eat clean while working occasional 60 hour work weeks and delivering babies at 3am?

I think the answer lies in transportation, late evenings, early mornings and lunchtime. I have, of late, become an expert in all things game of thrones, walking dead and justified. In the wake of a tough 24 hours at the hospital I believe I deserve couch potato time, endless handfuls of my daughter's cheddar bunnies and a dusty set of Insanity workout DVDs. Woe is me that I have a stable income, loving husband, healthy daughter and an overflowing shoe collection.
I don't "deserve" fried chicken for all of my troubles. I deserve healthy arteries, a strong right hip flexor and bright skin.
I am done making excuses... Next step, a plan!
Xo
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